Verse 4
The setting sun looked Maury directly in the eye and told him to wake. He stretched and showered and marveled at the way the humidity made him feel wet. There were a few hours of darkness before he had to go to work. Below him the Russians were already drinking dirty vodka. They offered some to Maury but he had a code that coffee must come before alcohol. So, he went to the diner to quaff cup after refillable cup over mottled eggs and toast.
Patricia was there and seated alone. Maury said hello and asked her when it was that she slept.
“When I need to,” she quietly said.
Maury interpreted this to mean never. “Still waiting for your big bright shining knight from Texas to carry you away in his cowboy hat?”
“Still waiting, guess I’ll always wait.”
He understood and scraped his
